I know now
It is not that
You want to be his again
It is that
If nothing else works
You love that boy so much
You could hold each others hearts
And the hurt would leave
Ghosts of our past
Finally making peace
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
